Morgrim
Dead Like Me
Morgan had been planet side for nearly three days, but it was not on the moon of Sulon. It was on a planet in the outer rim named Javen III, and arid desert planet that had little life, and nearly no cities to speak of. That would be the perfect place for anyone to escape from bounty hunters, the jedi, or the sith. It was isolated, the population was low, and no one in the right mind would want to live there. That's why an escaped sith that calls himself Darth Grievance fled there when he failed to bring victory to the sith in a battle several months ago. Morgan was not like others though, when he pursued a contract he did it until either he or the mark was dead. While on the planet he ruthlessly interrogated several desert villagers until one of them finally squealed the name of the sith that was hiding.
Grievance was an acclaimed sith lord, cunning, ruthless, and a admirable combatant with the dual lighsaber, something he never parted with. What did others think of Morgan though? Just a merc, he couldn't possibly stand a chance against the jedi or the sith, at least that's what they thought ten years ago. Now he had a whole collection of lightsabers he had retrieved from the hands of many dead force users, the only people that could prove at least a challenge to him. He always carries the five sabers of his five most recent kills on him at all times. He may never use them because they are a jedi's weapon, but they serve well to intimidate others.
Morgan had tracked him down to a small village by an oasis. The smell of water and various citrus fruits was fresh in his nose, seems they had taken to living in one of the only places that could produce its own foods as opposed to relying on imports. He walked through the shade provided by the cloth canopies, over to the pool of water. Morgan looked down at a robed figure that had been meditating, and then the man slowly rose. It was a Zabraak with horns protruding from his head, and his face various shades of red and black, sith colours.
"Heh heh heh, look at you, you think you intimidate me?! You think you are tough? Well there is a good price on your head and I will enjoy breaking you, I hope you put up at least half as much of a challenge as the last sith I fought, or else you might put me to sleep!" Morgan taunted while grabbing his blaster in his left hand, and vibro sword in his right. The melee weapon had been re-purposed with energy absorption tech. It was designed so that it could absorb blows from lightsabers, so the weapon wouldn't be cut in two. Otherwise it did nothing, but it was useful against those that liked lightsabers.
The sith said nothing, but he extended the blades of his dual saber, and readied himself in a combat stance. Morgan swung his sword downwards, but the machines in his arms propelled with such momentum that in the blink of an eye it was above his head, and the next it was down nearly cutting into the Sith's head. If he couldn't see seconds into the future he probably would have lost it then and there. When the sith tried to cut into Morgan with the other end of his weapon, Morgan quickly disengaged, but not without letting out a flurry of shots from his blaster. What the sith couldn't dodge he blocked, every motion fluid while swift. Morgan was relentless though, his cybernetics letting him move with the speed of a jedi knight, but strike twice as hard. He swung his sword again to which the sith blocked, but then Morgan abandoned his pistol so he could have another free hand. In the heat of combat it was hard for him to focus on what the force was trying to tell him, and suddenly blackness filled his vision when Morgan's robotic left arm punched him in the face. Blood shot out from the sith's nose and teeth flew from his mouth as even his skull was cracked by the force of the punch. With an arm made of of reinforced metal, and punches propelled forward with gause technology it was no surprise that this would happen.
After suffering such a traumatic blow there was no way he could even focus on using any of his force powers, let alone breath. Morgan retrieved his pistol again and shoot the sith's hand, forcing him to drop the dual light saber. He then walked up the Zabraak who was baking away in fear. His gait was slow and precise, while the sith stumbled in the said, barely able to see pass the double vision on blood on his face. Morgan set into him, punching him again and again, more and more bones being shattered until his body finally stilled. "God damn sith, I hope you rot." He spat on the corpse while he severed their pinky finger with his knife. He would need proof that he actually killed the sith bastard.
Next on his list was another sith, oh joy. One by the name of Norava who seemed to abandon her order for some relic of incredible power. Luckily he didn't have to track her down since she was seen heading for Sulon. He left the sith to be buried by the desert, only taking his finger, and the lightsaber with him, which he wore on his belt. He headed back towards his ship and let out a bored sigh. He had hoped the girl name Norava would prove more of a challenge, but as long as he got paid in the end he was happy. He sets for the stars, and activates his hyperspace sending him slinging through the stars. The Moon was close relatively speaking however and it wouldn't take long maybe just ten or so minutes.
After ten minutes he drops back out of hyperspace and is in orbit to the moon named Sulon, he drops down to one of the ports and immediately heads for the cantina. He doesn't drink since it does nothing for him. Being more robotic then human means alcohol is pretty much useless for him, but it is always a good place to get information. Little did he know the Twi'lek was just twenty feet away from him in a fight with a exiled jedi. When he found out he would be sure to say hello.
